Thursday, February 28, 2013

Scene: Dancing

I smiled at the
sound of the music. It was nothing terribly exciting but I couldn't
help the sense of pleasure that arose at the thought of dancing to
it. As the slow Middle Eastern influenced song seemed to throb in the
air, I closed my eyes and allowed the music to speak to me. Standing
off by myself in a corner of the club near the speakers, I could feel
the beat vibrating through the floor. Slowly, I lifted my hands and
began to move my hips

I ignored all of
the people around me and focused more on the sensation of moving with
the music. Little did I realize that I had caught the attention of
several people. Somewhere along the way, I opened my eyes and
discovered my lover staring at me. I gave him a wicked grin before
making an explicitly lavacious movement of my hips. Ignoring the
others watching me, I continued to dance while making eye contact
with him.

With each roll of
my shoulders, each sinuous shimmy, and slow, serpentine movement of
my arms, I could feel the phantom touch of his hands on me. I closed
my eyes again, moving as though his hands were upon me and we were
slowly writhing together. I could feel someone come up behind me to
attempt to join my dance. I ignored them, opening my eyes again to
gaze hotly at him.

He set his drink
down as I started to walk towards him, still dancing. A few of the
others who were watching me stepped aside. When I reached the table,
he looked up at me. The song ended as I came to a halt before him. He
looked up at me and gestured to the seat beside him. I sat down. I
reached over and picked up his drink. Looking deliberately into his
eyes, I finished it and then set it down on the table before him.

“Let's get out of
here,” I said. He smiled and motioned me out of my seat. He handed
me my jacket and purse before standing up. Rising with a suggestion
of that swaying dance of earlier in my body, I gave him a richly
suggestive smile before I put my jacket on. We walked out of the
noisy club and the silence was deafening.

As we walked around
the corner of the building, he took hold of my shoulder. I looked
over and he suddenly backed me into the wall. Pressed against the
cold bricks, I looked up at him. He leaned down. As his mouth closed
hungrily over mine, I set my hand against his cheek. I smiled in to
the kiss as he wrapped his free arm around my waist.

He held me hard
against himself. I could feel his erection through the layers of
clothes between us and I grinned as he broke the kiss. “Is that
so?” I teased. He stepped back and took me by the hand. We walked
across the parking lot and to his car. As we got in, I considered our
options and thought about how quickly I could wriggle out of my
clothes. Caught in such contemplation, I ignored the drive to his
apartment.

We were inside soon
enough and he was kicking off his shoes as I hung up my jacket. He
smiled as I leaned forward to untie my own shoes. His hand caressed
the back of my left thigh and I froze. The softness of his touch only
made my attention focus harder on it. I licked my lips in a small,
nervous gesture as his hand traced lazy circles against my skin.

I found myself half
expecting him to raise the skirt I was wearing but he didn't.
Instead, he stepped up behind me and pressed his hips against me.
“Mmm,” he said, “I like this idea. Keep the shoes on.” I
looked at the heels, suddenly concerned that I might lose my balance
if we remained like this for much longer.

He held my hips
firmly against himself as he ground his own against me. My eyes
fluttered closed as I felt a rush of arousal at the very visceral
suggestion he made. He reached down against the outside of my right
thigh and took a handful of fabric. He lifted it up and piled it on
my ass. Soon, he had my legs bared.

He made a
thoughtful noise as he ran a finger tip down the garter to the top of
the back of my right stocking. The faint touch of his fingers against
the back of my upper thigh made me shiver. Gently, he caressed my
bare skin, moving his touch from the outside of my leg across the
back to the inside.

He knelt and
pressed his lips against the back of my left leg just beside the
garter strap. I gasped as his hand moved from teasing my thigh to
massaging my sex through my panties. He breathed hotly on the inside
of my leg as his hands moved to the top of the waist band of my
panties. He smiled against my leg as he briefly slipped a fingertip
between the top of my garter belt and my lower stomach.

He then hooked his
fingers into the narrow gap that was between the two garments and
pulled down my panties as far as the garters would let him. He took
in a deep breath, making a soft groan at the scent of my arousal. He
sat back on his heels and his hands came away from me. Soon there was
the soft click of his pocket knife being opened. Taking a firm grasp
on my panties, he cut up the back of one leg and then the other.

He pulled the
fabric away and dropped it too the floor before standing. After a
moment, I heard the soft thump of his pants falling to the floor. I
gasped as the head of his erection pressed against my increasingly
slick vulva. Slowly, relentlessly he pressed himself against my
opening and pushed his way in. My eyes rolled and I shuddered at the
way he made me feel almost painfully full. When he was in as deeply
as he could go, he began to pull out with the same agonizing
slowness.

I gave a small
whimper but he ignored it. As he thrust in with painful slowness, I
became increasingly aroused and slicker. Soon, there was no
resistance as I shuddered with an orgasm. He stopped after I had a
third, shuddering climax. He wrapped an arm around my waist, holding
me impaled on his rock hard erection. As he did so, he reached up and
grabbed a fistful of my hair.

He forced me to
arch my back and I made a pained noise of pleasure. The hand at my
waist moved under my skirt. As a fingertip brushed against my
clitoris, I gave a little cry of surprise. He reached a little lower,
teasing the nexus of where his penis was buried deep in my sopping
vagina. Satisfied that his fingertip was slick enough, he began to
tease my clitoris. I gave a squeal of surprise again and then gasped
as an orgasm rocked me.

My legs began to
shake with the effort of keeping myself standing as he ripped more
orgasms out of me. When he stopped manipulating my throbbing
clitoris, he again wrapped his arm around my waist. The folds of
fabric from my skirt teased my skin like the phantom hands of another
lover as he began to thrust into me again. I have a strangled,
choking noise as I shuddered again and again. He stopped after a
short while and let go of my hair.

Holding me on him,
he turned us to face the door. “Put your hands on the door,” he
said, pushing me forward so that I was looking down at the floor. I
braced myself against the door as his fingernails dug into my hips.
He began thrusting fast and hard. My knees became weak but his hard
grip on me did not allow me the luxury of that weakness.

Somewhere in the
blinding pleasure of his fucking and the painful struggle to remain
standing, I started to cum repeatedly. I sobbed in frustration and
pleasure. This only encouraged him to become rougher with me. The
slap of his hips meeting mine brought small, animal noises from me as
he groaned. Soon, he could feel his own climax drawing near. Fucking
me with all he was worth, I soon found myself blinded with my own.
Each powerful thrust got a louder little cry from me, incoherent
babbling for more. By the time he finally came, I was wordlessly
shrieking in pleasure.

He paused,
remaining deep within me as his erection faded. He could see the
effort of holding myself up was making me shake. With a smile, he
stepped back. Taking up a bit of my skirt, he wiped our mingled
fluids off of his penis. I stood up, my skirt falling back into place
and his spunk starting to drip down the inside of my thighs. I
watched him put on his pants and put his dropped knife back into his
pocket.

I shivered at the
intense look he gave me. “I hope you didn't think I was done with
you,” he said, a note of amused menace creeping into his voice. I
couldn't help my eyes widening in surprise. He stepped up close to
me, using his height to loom over me. He put a hand on either side of
my head against the door and leaned down. “Oh, no,” he said, that
rich tone making his words warm and honeyed, “I'm just beginning.”

He closed his mouth
over mine and I meweled as his kiss was hard and demanding. I
squirmed and set my hands lightly on his chest. He broke the kiss
and muttered hotly in my ear, “You're going to cum for me. You're
going to do it right now.” I whimpered and squirmed, feeling the
arousal pooling in my body. I opened my mouth to state that I
couldn't with out his help. Then he bit my neck. I gave a surprised
cry and flung my arms around him as my knees gave out beneath me with
the force of the unexpected orgasm. As he ground my skin between his
teeth, I arched and shuddered, giving a throaty groan.

He wrapped his arms
tightly around me as I sagged against him. He grinned as he lifted
his head away from where he had bitten me. An angry red mark stood up
on my skin. With a puckish smirk, he gently blew across it. Another
throaty groan came from me as I struggled to find my feet. Half
dragging me, he stepped away from the door. I clung to him, my head
lolling and tears of pleasure rolling down my cheek.

“Come with me,”
he said, not giving me any choice in the matter as he dragged me with
him across the room. He bent me over the table. On one hand, I was
relieved because I wouldn't necessarily fall due to my sudden lust
inspired weakness. At the same time, a part of me was nervous and
unsure what was to happen next. He walked out of the room, leaving me
to lay weakly where he had placed me.

When he returned, I
heard the familiar hum of a vibrator. He flipped my skirt up and with
out preamble, pressed the toy into me. I came immediately with a
gasping cry. He sat down in a chair and steadily pumped the toy in
and out of me. I squirmed and writhed as he drew orgasm after orgasm
out of me. After a time that I simply couldn't fathom, he stopped
with the toy. Little did I realize that enough time had passed that
he was ready for round two.

His erection slid
easily into me. So weakened from his earlier efforts that I was
barely able to lift my head, I gave a long shuddering groan of
pleasure. I whimpered and made all sorts of noises as he took his
time using me to get off. His own quiet noises of pleasure served to
throw me over the edge of orgasm as easily as the least of his
movement. With pleasure so blindingly intense that it made it hard
for me to breathe, I was helpless before him. I shuddered, not having
the strength to even squirm. When he reached his second orgasm, my
eyes rolled and I came so hard that I couldn't breathe.

When he pulled out
of me, the last of my strength escaped me. With a weak sigh, I
collapsed. As I began to slide off of the table when my legs folded
beneath me, he caught me. I lolled in his arms, the blush from my
final orgasm fading as he cradled me against himself.

About Me

I am happily married to my best friend. We have two wonderful little boys that are helping me to lose my mind. I'm an avid reader of books and poetry. I adore medieval and renaissance music. And I have more fiber art projects then I can count going on at a given time. It's to keep me from killing people. ;)